Second Chance Love

  M. Robinson

  COPYRIGHT© 2022 Second Chance Love by M. Robinson

  All rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All characters are a figment of the author’s imagination, and all incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real. Though several people, places, and events portrayed in this book are correct, the story is fiction that the author has made up for entertainment purposes only.

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Evie

  2. Evie

  3. Evie

  4. Evie

  5. Evie

  6. Evie

  7. Caleb

  8. Caleb

  9. Evie

  10. Evie

  11. Caleb

  12. Evie

  13. Evie

  14. Caleb

  15. Evie

  16. Evie

  17. Caleb

  18. Evie

  19. Evie

  20. Evie

  21. Evie

  22. Evie

  23. Evie

  24. Evie

  25. Evie

  26. Caleb

  27. Evie

  28. Caleb

  29. Evie

  30. Evie

  31. Caleb

  32. Caleb

  33. Evie

  34. Caleb

  Epilogue

  The end

  Acknowledgments

  Meet M. Robinson

  Connect With M

  More Books by M. Robinson

  Dedication

  To readers who love their heroes with a pierced cock…

  Prologue

  Evie

  “Happy twenty-second birthday,” my older half-brother Jax announced as he tugged me into the side of his body.

  We’d been in each other’s life since I showed up at our fathers’ office four years ago, demanding to know my half-brother. From that night on, I finally found what I’d been looking for the last eighteen years of my life.

  Family.

  Someone who loved and protected me like Jax did. He wasn’t just my half-brother—he was also my best friend who happened to be the number one quarterback in the NFL. From the beginning of his career with Miami, Jax had always been a private person, making it easy for the world not to know of my existence in his life.

  His parents were still married, and his mother had no idea her husband had a another family he was taking care of. Not to mention the endless women he’d cheated on her with. Our father was a grade A piece of shit, and my mother wasn’t far behind him.

  Jax was all I had.

  He didn’t explain who I was to people. They knew I was an important person in his life and that was all that mattered. The only person who knew the truth about me was his agent and best friend, Caleb. Which was a bigger story in itself. Over the last four years, Caleb’s and my dynamic had been so up and down.

  Unbeknownst to my brother.

  He was the one who threw me a birthday party with all his friends and the few I had. He wanted to have everyone there, and by everyone, I mean everyone. His house was filled to the brim with people, some I knew, most I didn’t. The one person I did want to see wasn’t anywhere to be found, and I was beginning to wonder if he’d show up at all.

  Caleb’s and my relationship, if you could even call it that, was confusing to say the least. I’d never met a man who was so hot and cold. If he wasn’t being a grumpy asshole to me, then he was the complete opposite. Sometimes he helped me with things I needed, saying it was solely for Jax of course. Although, our bickering would often lead to sex.

  Despite the complexity of our connection, even when we were fighting there was passion behind it. There were times I’d catch him staring at me, and he’d always play it off in one way or another. Caleb didn’t do relationships. I’d never known him to be in one, and he reminded me often he wasn’t made like that.

  His push and pull were a drug to me.

  A magnetic force I couldn’t resist.

  One minute I hated him, and the next I was in his bed.

  “ Happy birthday to you!” the party singing brought my attention back to the present.

  After I blew out my candles, I unexpectedly found myself wishing for Caleb to show up for me. Once and for all, I needed to know where we stood and if there was a future between us.

  Trust me, I wanted there to be one.

  It was as if I felt him from across the room. His powerful stare was like a blaze tearing through my chest and into my heart. As soon as I looked up, we locked eyes.

  It was immediate.

  Our connection.

  Usually, Caleb didn’t hold my gaze for longer than a few seconds, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel his smoldering glare on every inch of my body. It was the effect he’d always had on me—from the first time I woke up in his bed.

  Nobody knew about our hookups. Especially my brother. He wouldn’t approve, and neither one of us wanted to disappoint Jax. It wasn’t until my heart skipped a beat and I sucked in a visible breath that I realized Caleb wasn’t alone.

  My eyes shifted towards the woman holding his hand. Before I could give it too much thought, they were standing in front of Jax and me.

  She was glowing.

  Beautiful.

  Happy.

  “Happy birthday, Evie!” she pulled me into a tight hug, though my stare was still on Caleb.

  I couldn’t read his expression, and I never wanted to know what he was thinking or feeling more than I did in that moment.

  When she added, “I’m sorry we’re so late!” I cocked my head to the side, repeating, “We’re?”

  Jax arched an eyebrow, silently asking the same question I was. I’d never seen them together. I had no idea they were friends. Yet there they were, holding fucking hands.

  At. My. Birthday. Party.

  From that point forward, everything stopped.

  Everything.

  From my heart, to my breathing, to the reckless thoughts creating havoc in my mind. Holding me captive where nothing made sense. Suddenly, a surge of panic flooded through my core. I just knew whatever she’d reply would hurt.

  Badly.

  To the point of no return.

  Caleb looked over at her, eyes laced with an emotion I couldn’t place.

  “Tessa,” he warned in a tone I was familiar with.

  He’d use it on me often, and I hated that he was now using it on her.

  It was mine.

  He was mine. Right?

  At first it was like a movie, and the anticipation of knowing what was coming was stronger than the ability to stop it.

  She caressed the side of his face with the back of her fingers, softly expressing, “Is it so wrong that I want to share and celebrate our news?”

  I tried to act unfazed. The last thing I wanted was for Jax to realize there was more going on between me and his best friend. I wasn’t just his client’s little sister. I was more than that…

  At least I thought I was.

  With the intensity of her question, the entire room became heightened by some sort of cosmic energy. An alternate universe where my worst nightmare was becoming my reality. Right before my eyes, a spinning web of lies.

  Did I mean anything to him? Had I ever? What was she doing with him?

  I couldn’t hold back any longer, trying to swallow the lump in my throat before I asked, “What news?”

  Our gazes connected again. However, this trance between was different than anything I’d ever felt with Caleb. We’d been doing this dance with our eyes for as long as I could remember.

  As soon as she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into the side of his chest, I was almost certain he sent me a sad smile, but I might have imagined it.

  Hoped for it.

  I knew the second the words fell from her lips that would be it. The end of us. I just never thought it would only lead to the beginning of them.

  Everything happened so fast, yet it felt like it played out in slow motion.

  My heart beat out of my chest as she flung her left hand out in front of us, declaring, “We’re getting married!”

  BAM.

  This was what getting hit by a freight train felt like. I stood there motionless, unable to speak, to do anything but feel the weight of her statement falling on top of my head.

  Married? What the fuck was happening?

  I couldn’t tell you what happened next. My mind protected my heart from shattering into a million pieces for Jax to see. All I could focus on was the truth staring me right in the face.

  I would forever remember this day as the day the man I thought I loved was getting married to the woman I least expected…

  My roommate.

  Caleb

  Evie wouldn’t look at me.

  Talk to me.

  Nothing.

  Not that I could blame her. This was all my fucking fault. I didn’t sleep for shit last night. She consumed my thoughts. Tessa wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone because we’d only just gotten engaged.

  After debating what was right or wrong, I jumped in my car and drove to their apartment. I needed to see Evie, now more than ever.

  Call it
intuition.

  A sixth sense.

  Or maybe we just had this connection that was fucking unbreakable. Whatever it was, she knew when she opened her door I would be standing there.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I steadied my mind for what was to come. This wouldn’t end well. Nothing between us ever did. As soon as she opened the door, there she was…

  Fucking breathtaking.

  She was wearing a clingy dress that accentuated all the curves of her body. It reminded me what she felt like riding my cock—moaning, panting, screaming my name. Exactly what I craved. It didn’t matter how many women I had slept with. Evie was simply the best. Her pussy was made for me.

  Her heart wasn’t supposed to be mine, but I stole it anyway.

  Despite the fact I could tell she’d been crying, everything about her was stunning like always. Her bright green eyes bared into mine in a way I’d never experienced before.

  She wasn’t just upset, she was broken.

  I’d done that.

  No one else but me.

  Evie didn’t hesitate, not that I expected her to.

  She instantly bit, “If you’re here to see your fiancée, she’s not home.”

  “I know. I’m here to see you.”

  “So it’s true?”

  There was nothing I could say to make this better for her.

  For me.

  For us.

  Instead of trying to comfort her, I blatantly replied, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

  She shook her head and then slammed the door in my face. But she wasn’t fast enough. I caught it and quickly slipped inside her place, closing the door behind me.

  “You asshole!” she seethed, standing her ground. “What do you think you’re doing? You think you can string me along all these years—”

  “Let’s get one thing straight, sweetheart. I’ve always been crystal fucking clear about who I am—”

  “Yeah! The guy who doesn’t do relationships! But here you are! Fucking engaged!” She shoved me. “To my roommate!”

  “Evie, I’m sor—”

  “Screw you and your apologies, Caleb! That’s how I find out your getting married?! At my birthday party?!”

  With a heavy heart and a guilty conscience, I coaxed, “I didn’t know she was going to do that.”

  “So that makes it better? Because you didn’t know?”

  “What do you want me to say, Evie? What can I possibly express to you that will change what I have to do?”

  “What does that even mean? Why do you have to do anything?”

  Nothing I could tell her would take away the pain she was experiencing, so I kept my mouth shut.

  “Fine! How about you start with the truth? How long have you been with her? I didn’t even know—”

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Then how is it? Or what? You’re just getting married for the hell of it?” she scoffed out in disgust. “I can’t believe you. You’re the most unattainable man on the planet! Trust me, I would know!”

  “Evie, I never meant to hurt you, and you know that.”

  “Bullshit! You don’t think I deserved a phone call, a text message, a fucking email! Something! Anything other her blindsiding me at my own party? I didn’t even know she was your girlfriend, and now she’s your fiancée! What the hell, Caleb?”

  “I’ve never lied to you. Just think about it for a minute. I don’t do relationships. Specifically, ones with my clients’ siblings.”

  “Isn’t it a little late to play that card?”

  “It’s not a cop out, Evie. It’s the truth. I’ve been telling you this for years, and you haven’t given a shit! Your brother isn’t just another client of mine. He’s my best friend, and we both know he’d have a huge fucking problem if he ever found out about us. He has you up on a pedestal, and I’d never be good enough for you.” I paused, allowing the truth to sink in.

  “I’ve spent the last eight years warning him not to shit where he eats. I’m the worst fucking hypocrite, considering I’ve been devouring every inch of you.”

  “Yeah, I’m your dirty little secret.”

  “You know that’s not true.”

  “All I know is what you tell me. It’s all I have. It’s all I’ve ever had.” Her eyes rimmed with tears as she narrowed her gaze at me. “Do you love her?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It does to me.”

  “It shouldn’t.”

  “Stop telling me how to feel, Caleb! It’s bullshit!”

  I yanked my hair back, wanting to tear it the fuck out.

  “I don’t understand. Please make me understand. You owe me that much, don’t you think?”

  I couldn’t help myself, stepping forward to stand right in front of her face and to my surprise, she didn’t step away.

  “I’m an asshole, Evie. I’m a selfish fucking prick. I’ve done some really shitty things to you, but it ends now. We were never together, I promised you nothing, and I’ve kept my word.”

  “You didn’t have to promise me anything. Your eyes, your touch, your smile, it all spoke for itself, Caleb. I know you love me. Why can’t you just let us be together? Jax would eventually understand. There has to be something else, something you’re not telling me, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why you’re constantly fighting this connection we have.” Tears slid down the sides of her face.

  “It’s not fair. And now, all of a sudden, you’re getting married? How is this even happening? You just said so yourself—you don’t do relationships, commitment isn’t your thing, so why her, huh? Why her of all women? I guess she must have one hell of a pussy.”

  Sweeping the hair away from her face, I placed it behind her ear. Letting my fingers linger on her soft skin, I rasped, “You’re the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.”

  Our eyes locked.

  “Then why are you marrying her?”

  “I told you it doesn’t matter. It won’t change anything. I’m marrying her, whether I want to or not.”

  In the saddest tone I’d ever heard come out of her mouth, she repeated, “Why?”

  “I need to go.”

  “No!” She adamantly shook her head. “You don’t get to show up here and pretend to be the victim. You’re not leaving until you tell me why.”

  I brushed away a single tear that rolled down her beautiful face.

  I wasn’t expecting what she said next. “I love you, Caleb. You know I’ve always loved you. There were so many times I’ve wanted to say it, but I held back. Thinking we’d have more time. That eventually we would be together. I thought…” She bowed her head, expressing how she truly felt about me for the very first time. “I mean… I know you love me too.” Looking up through the slits of her eyes, she coaxed, “Right?”

  “Evie … please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

  “Then tell me I imagined it. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me.”

  She was pleading.

  Desperate.

  I’d never seen her this way. Evie was always strong, confident, determined. I hated myself for breaking her down.

  I needed to let her go. We could never be. Then or now.

  As if reading my thoughts, she begged, “Please don’t marry her.” Placing her hand over my heart, she added, “Marry me instead.”

  The power of her words brought me to my knees. I should have begged for her forgiveness. Instead, I took one last look at her, not wanting to remember her this way, but I was fully aware this moment would forever haunt me.

  She would forever haunt me.

  With the last ounce of strength I had, I broke her heart for the last time. Finally confessing…

  “She’s pregnant with my baby.”